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A ride into oblivion, once a beast now a prey
a soil filled with centuries of remains
join your ghosts
join your ghosts
welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores
Die by the rope, welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail
Beasts shall unite on rotting hill, die by the axe
lost your head left to rot
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries, die by the flames
Welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores, this hearse is a one-way ride, sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries
sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, die by the flames
a ride into oblivion
Absurd ways of death, execution of the wicked, guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, a soil filled with centuries of remains
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, die by the sword
once a beast now a prey
welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores
a ride into oblivion
This hearse is a one-way ride, once a beast now a prey
Lost your head left to rot, welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores
dressed up in shackles and chains
Beasts shall unite on rotting hill, guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail Rotting, guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail
Welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores, this hearse is a one-way ride, lost your limbs piece by piece
This hearse is a one-way ride, die by the axe
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, absurd ways of death
a ride into oblivion
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, once a beast now a prey
guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail
disposal of the sick
Dressed up in shackles and chains, sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries
Lost your head left to rot, a soil filled with centuries of remains
Guided by the stench an odour that marks the trail, this hearse is a one-way ride
A soil filled with centuries of remains, disposal of the sick
hangman s law
A ride into oblivion, welcome to rotting hill a realm of carnivores
Sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries, execution of the wicked Hill, dressed up in shackles and chains
sunrise over rotting hill cursed throughout centuries
Lost your limbs piece by piece, join your ghosts
dressed up in shackles and chains